Sleep in the Caribbean

With some food, he can get better faster.

"We still have this gun." JACK took out the gun that was dropped by Barbosa when he was thrown overboard, and held it lightly with a helpless expression.

"But the bullets are limited." I had some hope, but after thinking about it for a while, I still raised this realistic question.

"~" JACK smiled, "There is only one." His eyes were full of helplessness and self-deprecation.

I was also a little more desperate,

But that's not a big deal.

"Then you have to keep it." Since a bullet won't do much.

I went to JACK, knelt down and looked him in the eyes, "Keep it and return it to Barbossa later."

I found myself saying this with brutal confidence.

Maybe I am also a vengeful person, I don't know myself too well.

Jack obviously didn't expect me to have this thought, stared at me with a frown, then smiled too.

"I think so too. My dear." He lowered his head and stroked the body of the gun, falling into a brief thought.

"Then," I got up immediately, and handed the coconut that I had tried to break open to JACK, then scratched my head, and searched for thicker branches,

"Let's find some meat to eat..." I picked out the thick branches I found, found a strong one and sharpened it with a knife, then walked to the shallows and started aiming at the fish that looked duller.

Another thing I've never tried before.

I started wishing I had been a fisherman or something.

But what's the one thing I've done since I can remember that wasn't crazy?

So I think I'm used to this life of trials and challenges.

That was indeed still difficult.

Those little fish are much more nimble than they look.

After trying several times but getting nowhere, I decided to study their swimming rules carefully and stop them statically.

So finally after observing for a long time, I caught a fish at my most agile speed.

I almost cheered with joy.

"But why are you all so small..." Then I mentioned it and said to myself helplessly.

Looks like I need to get a few more.

When I was "fighting" with the fish hard, JACK looked like a young master, and would gloat "hehe" from time to time.

I was a little upset, but for the sake of his physical and mental trauma, I was also happy to make him laugh.

"Hey!"

Just when I fell into the water for the tenth time, JACK finally couldn't help calling me.

"COMEON,COMEON...~" He pretended to frown, with an expression of "I can't see it anymore", raised his hand and beckoned me over, "Hurry up." The voice sounded quite pleasant.

I walked over indifferently, thinking about what else he can do now, which is enough for him to show off his might.

He motioned for me to help him closer to the shallows.

It was hard work again, but Jack was obviously better than before, which made me happier than not having to support all his weight.

It was not as painful as last time, and I realized how close we were.

We walked almost hugging each other tightly, and I didn't care about anything, it seemed so natural.

Is this the tacit understanding after adversity?

But the sudden realization of this still made me a little embarrassed and a little relieved.

"Your knife." He seemed a little smug, and smiled with his lips pursed, "I'll show you how the pirates do it~" His airy demeanor didn't match his battered body.

"I'm a pirate too." I responded with a bit of stubbornness. I was worried about the pirate profession I had acquired by being meek, but I didn't take it seriously, and then honestly handed over my knife.

So he put his injured hand on my shoulder, hugged me tightly as the center of gravity, held the tip of the knife with the other hand, squinted his eyes as if aiming, and waved it gently.Look serious.

I know what he is going to do.

"Aren't you dazzled?" I interrupted out of time.

His original poise was also well planned by me. He pursed his mouth, gave me a dissatisfied look, and then continued to aim.

With a sound of "whoosh", a trace of blood floated out of the clear sea water.

He really hit it off.

I threw him away happily, and ran towards the fish that was hit by stepping on the spray.

I found that the joy of catching fish was obviously far less than the surprise he brought me, which made me happy.

"Oh fish is more important than me!" Jack obviously wasn't ready, and yelled at me dissatisfied.

And I mentioned the biggest fish he hit and smiled at him happily.

When I let go, I caught a glimpse of him staggering and barely standing still, and the familiar orchid fingers were raised again to maintain balance.

There is an indescribable joy in my heart, I don't know if it is because he can continue as usual, or just because I am with him.

So spiritual, it's great.

After a long time of tossing and tossing, I finally processed the fish, and roasted them on the fire to produce a strong aroma and sizzling sound.

In fact, it was not completely processed, but those fish still made me salivate, maybe this is the consequence of being hungry.

Of course, JACK taught me most of the skills.

"If my mentor is Jack Sparrow...Hmmmm...Captain, CaptainJackSparrow. Then I'm going to be a good pirate...in some ways."

I sincerely think that pirates may really be omnipotent. Years of training have made them legendary existences.

"SURE...of course..."

As for my words, JACK didn't respond to the word "Captain" that he has always been obsessed with, but just responded to me lightly, sitting on the side with his head down.

This made me a little worried. Wasn't it fine before?

I admit that my words have increased, but I don’t know if it’s because JACK’s words have decreased.

Or his injury left him without the energy to babble like he used to.

I can temporarily feel at ease about his body, so I started to say something hard to break the somewhat depressing atmosphere on the island and prevent him from having time to think about it.

But it didn't work very well, because I'm really not good at long speeches.

Sometimes I even feel that I am imitating his tone, so I can say so many words.

I found Jack somewhat reluctant to lift his boat.

I know he must still be in regret and pain now.

I can still clearly remember the look of JACK standing at the bow of the boat and holding the rudder confidently looking into the distance, that look that I love so much.At that time, his expression was free and easy, his eyes sparkled, as if the sea was his only destination, and freedom was his only yearning.

But now he lost his ship, and his most beloved freedom.

Every time I see the haze flashing in his eyes, it makes me anxious. "You said... Is it possible to leave here by riding a sea turtle..."

After "dinner", I stared blankly at a sea turtle climbing up the beach, and asked casually with my head empty.

Life on a deserted island does feel a little imprisoned, but I also feel that I can't bear loneliness. When I'm bored, I always seem to find some strange things, and then I can imagine something.

And now that there are two of us, we're not alone.

Although JACK just leaned aside silently, with some doubts and other things, he looked at his compass that almost never left his body.

Hearing my whimsical idea, JACK just looked up at me contemptuously, and then went on his own thinking.

This will not work.

I stood in front of him dissatisfied and stared at him slightly angrily.

But he didn't even look at me, he still looked at the compass in his hand with some frustration.

This makes me a bit sad for being too sensitive,

But I immediately let myself ignore these little things.

"Jack Sparrow!" This time I deliberately didn't add Captain, and amplified my original low volume to express my dissatisfaction, and wanted to attract his attention.

And he finally looked up at me,

But the melancholy and sad innocent eyes instantly softened my heart.

"Captain..." His voice became low, with some indescribable emotions.

As if he was a punished child, he was too lazy to correct the title of captain.

My heart tightened.

Immediately without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and flicked hard on the only forehead that seemed to be uninjured.

"Oh!" He obviously didn't expect it, his brows were frowned and his eyes widened, and he looked in surprise at me who beat me instead of comforting him.

"You know you're the captain, huh?" I think it's the first time I put on this instructive pose, and it might look funny, "The real captain of the Black Pearl wouldn't make such an expression! If you Forget about 'Captain' in the future." I paused, thinking dully about what to say next, "...you will never get your black pearl back!"

JACK looked at me fixedly, showing a dull expression.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the compass in his hand, frowned, smiled gently again, and shook his head as if accepting his fate.

This change of expression made my heart beat.

I've never seen him look like this before,

There is helplessness in the tenderness.

I also found that his profile when looking down was very beautiful.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to describe this pirate with beauty, but his thick and thick eyelashes do seem to have some indescribable charm.

I was a little puzzled about the mystery of the compass, so I was also curious.